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About Dusseldorf

Me, I’d never—too busy plottin’ world domination, eh! But if I did, I’d be picky—none o’ them fake lashes flappin’ like bat wings. Ugh, that’d drive me nuts! Once saw one, smokin’ cig, leanin’ on wall—cool, but sad, ya know? “It’s all so hideous,” like Cathy’d say. Felt bad, but what’s Gru gonna do—save ‘em all?

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Neighborhoods here are tight-knit. There’s Buchenviertel with its colorful street art and caffeine addicts hanging around the tiny café on Neuenweg. I swear sometimes I feel like I’m in a Haneke film – every corner hides a secret, every whisper sends chills down your spine. I remember one day — so many typos in my head! — I was in a rush, and oh boy, my laundry list of mistakes: wrng, smal, wndrful, freakin, amazin, kaching, borin, stunnin, bizzar, bamboozled. That’s Contwig for ya.

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